“Space is an a priori form of intuition.”
Once again — and again — I long to linger in Rohmer’s world. A world of omnipresent flowers and gardens, stunning interiors and architecture, remarkable people and music, friendly gatherings, chance encounters, and serendipitous coincidences. A world of beautiful feelings and endless philosophical dialogues, with Matisse prints on the walls and a portrait of Wittgenstein on the shelf. And above all, a world of discovery — of his characters, their mysteries, their words and…
